Spiritual Matchmaking
Chapter 1
Author Notes: This is my first fanfiction that I've posted on here, I hope it's good enough. The summary makes this story look like it's UsUk but it's actually FrUk. The first chapter is a little boring but as the story progresses it will get better, I promise! I'll try to update every few days, but I might not be able to meet my deadlines sometimes. Also I'm not sure if the story is moving along too fast, if it seems like it is please tell me! I'm just used to writing one-shots so whenever I try to write fanfictions with chapters it just seems like the story moves along too fast...
(Bold +Italic = Arthur's Thoughts)
Arthur grumbled to himself as he walked up the stairs to his flat. He took off his tie and threw it to the side, not really caring where it landed. He was frustrated, frustrated with work, and with all the spirits that had been following him but he was especially frustrated with Francis. Damn frog, always teasing him and bothering him at work! Always disagreeing with him just to make him angry! Arthur hated Francis, ever since the day he met the man. But somehow he always managed to consume Arthur's thoughts. Arthur then into his room and dove face first into his bed. He was unaware that someone was watching him though. Alfred stared at the Britt in confusion. He didn't understand why the mortal was moping around so much. There was nothing to be sad about, it had been sunny all day, not a cloud in the sky, and everyone else seemed to be happy, so why wasn't this mortal. Alfred decided to tap on the man's shoulder to see why he was so down. "Hey bro you seemed bummed out." Alfred said. Arthur jumped at the sudden sound. But he soon calmed down when he saw what it was. Oh just another ghost... "Not to be rude but could you go away." Arthur said sternly. "Wow that was rude." Alfred replied. "That was the point you idiot! Don't you understand sarcasm?" "Oh that's what you were usin'." "Yes now go away." "But you never told me what's wrong with you." "And I don't plan on telling you." "Please tell me." "No." "Please." "No!" "Please!" "If I tell you will you go away!?" "Yup." "Fine then I'll tell you. I'm just frustrated." Arthur sighed. "About what?" Alfred asked. "Work mainly." "Why?" "Well my boss has a stick up his arse all the time." 'Heh heh, arse." "Ha ha yes amusing isn't it?" "Are you being sarcastic again?" "What do you think?" "I'll take that as a yes." "Anyways you should be on your way. I told you what was bothering me so you there is no reason for you to stay here any longer." "B-but if I don't stay here, where am I going to go?" Arthur stared at the ghost for a moment. What does he mean 'where am I going to go?' He can anywhere he damn well pleases, he is a ghost after all. "You're a ghost, you can go anywhere." Arthur finally said. "But I'm a wandering soul...and I don't want to wander anymore." Alfred said in a rather sad tone. "What's so bad about wandering? You go anywhere at anytime, you aren't chained down-" "You don't understand, it's lonely wandering all the time. When you wander you don't have any friends, or anyone to talk to...it feels horrible to be lonely." Trust me I know how it feels. "Fine." Is all that Arthur said. "What?" Alfred asked. "I said 'fine', you can stay." "Really!?" "Yes." Alfred flew over to hug Arthur but he only went through the mortal. "Oh...right." Alfred said softly. "So um what is your name?" Arthur asked, Alfred joined him as he sat on the bed. "Alfred. What about you?" Alfred asked. "Arthur." "Hey Arthur?" "Yes Alfred?" "Do you have any hamburgers?" "Hamburgers?" "Yeah..." "No, hamburgers are disgusting." Alfred was silent for a moment, he was trying his best to comprehend what Arthur had just said. "How could you not like hamburgers!?" Alfred yelled. "I just think that they are gross." "You're weird." "No I'm not! But I do have some scones if you would like some." "You're the definition of a British stereotype, all you're missing is the bad teeth." Alfred laughed. "And you're the definition of an American stereotype."Arthur shot back. Arthur walked into the kitchen and put a scone on a plate for Alfred. Alfred took one bite out of the pastry before he spit it out. "W-what, what's wrong with it?" Arthur asked. "It tastes like shit dude." Alfred replied. "N-no it doesn't! My cooking is perfectly fine you wanker! You just don't know what real food is!" "Ha, I know what real food tastes like and I also know what shit tastes like, and this my friend tastes like shit." "Whatever, what do you know anyways. If you want something else just look in the cabinet. I'll be in the shower." Arthur grabbed underwear pajamas and all of the other items that you use while taking a shower. He stepped into the bathroom and ran warm water, before he stripped himself of his clothing. When he was finished scrubbing himself he stepped out of the shower and slipped on his pajamas before walking back into the kitchen. What Arthur saw horrified him. His once neat and organized kitchen looked like a tornado had just passed by. "Alfred!" Arthur yelled at the top of his lungs. "Hm?" Alfred asked with mouthful of whatever Arthur had in his cabinets. "What did you do to my kitchen!?" Arthur asked. "Well *much* I was searching *crunch* for some food *chew* and-" Alfred said before he was cut off. "Don't chew with your mouth full, it's disgusting to watch." Alfred quickly swallowed and set down the bag of chips before he started talking again. "I was trying to say that I was looking for some food but you don't have anything other than scones and tea!" Alfred exclaimed. "Whatever just help me clean my kitchen. " And that's exactly what Alfred and Arthur did for the rest of the night. "Well I'm going to bed, I have work in the morning." Arthur sighed as he walked into his room. "Work, sounds boring." Alfred commented. "Oh it is, believe me. But if I don't go to work then how am I supposed to support myself?" "Well I know a few ways-" "That was a rhetorical question Alfred." "Oh, well goodnight Arthur." "Goodnight Alfred."
Today instead of waking up to the annoying sound of his alarm clock, Arthur woke up to the annoying sound of someone's voice. "Arthur I'm hungry!" Alfred yelled, only seconds before Arthur's alarm clock went off. Arthur hit his alarm clock and then threw a pillow at Alfred, only to have it go through him. "If you were so damn hungry why didn't you just go into the kitchen and find something to eat!?" Arthur asked, annoyed at Alfred for giving him such a rude awakening. "Because yesterday you said 'you better not go into my kitchen again without my permission ever again you bloody wanker!'" Alfred said, mocking Arthur's British accent. Oh... I suppose I did say something along the lines of that, minus the atrocious excuse of a British accent... "Your British accent is horrible, and I'm not giving you any food until I'm done getting ready for work." Arthur informed him. "B-but that's probably gonna take forever!" Alfred complained. "Oh well, you're just going to have to wait forever then." And with that Arthur started to get ready for yet another horrendously boring day of work. Once he was finished he made some toast. buttered it and gave it to the "starving" ghost next to him. Alfred stared at Arthur blankly before taking the toast. "What?" Arthur asked sharply. "There's no way this is gonna fill me up." Alfred sighed. "Too bad, you said that you didn't like my cooking so I can't cook you anything and even if you wanted me to cook you something I couldn't anyways because I would be late for work." Alfred said nothing as he rolled his eyes and stuffed the two pieces of toast in his mouth. "Hey, speaking of work, can I come with you?" Alfred asked, crumbs still on the corners of his mouth. "Why would you want to come with me? Just yesterday you were going on about how boring work is." Arthur replied. "But it's gonna be even more boring for me if I just still around here all day." "You are only going to cause me problems." "No I won't! I'll be good! I won't even complain if I get hungry!" "Ha, we'll see how long that lasts." "Please Arthur, I really wanna come." Arthur sighed and watched the ghoul continue to beg. Well it would be boring just to sit around in the flat all day... "You can come, but you cannot speak to me at work. People will start to get suspicious." Arthur decided. They already think that I'm insane... "Yes! Thanks Artie, you won't regret it!" Alfred yelled as he fist pumped into the air. Artie? Arthur decided not to comment on the new nickname, instead he started to walk to work. Alfred said nothing the whole walk, which surprised Arthur. It was kind of awkward not to have Alfred talk to him. Arthur was soon torn away from his thoughts though when he saw a certain blonde haired man. Arthur scowled as the man started to approach him. Oh God here we go... "Bonjour Arthur~." Francis greeted with a wink. "Get away from me, I have no intentions of talking to you." Arthur replied sourly. "Oh, but I wanted to talk to you." "Too bad, now once again, go away." "But you don't really want me to go away, right?" Francis whispered in Arthur's ear. Arthur blushed as he felt Francis' hot breath against his neck. He quickly regained his composure and pushed Francis away. "Don't touch me you perverted frog!" Arthur yelled as he stormed off into the office where he angrily began to type on his computer. "Woah, what happened there?" Alfred asked, speaking for the first time since they had left the house. Arthur looked around to make sure no one could hear him if he tried to talk to Alfred, and sure enough everyone was too busy to notice him. "'That' was Francis. I hate his guts, he is a good for nothing frog and he is always harassing me. Now if you would excuse me I am trying to work." Arthur whispered to Alfred in a harsh tone. "Well it didn't seem like you hated him when he was whispering in your ear." Alfred laughed. Arthur ceased typing and his face turned three shades of red. "Shut up you bloody git!" Arthur yelled, forgetting that he was supposed to be quiet. Everyone stopped what they were doing so that they could stare at the flustered Britt, but then stopped giving him their attention after about thirty seconds. Arthur just wanted to crawl in a hole and die, but that wasn't an option right now, so instead he just covered his face with his hands and groaned. Francis noticed the Britt and decided to walk over towards him, after all a flustered Arthur was a cute one. "What has gotten you all worked up mon ami?" Francis asked, as he patted Arthur's back. "Go away." Arthur argued, not removing his hands from his face. "If you just stopped talking to yourself then no one would think that you're weird." Francis cooed. Arthur froze for a moment but he soon got up and pushed Francis onto the ground. "Shut up you idiot! Why the bloody hell are you always bothering me!? You don't like me right!? So why do you waste your time trying to talk to me!?" Arthur yelled before running into the men's restroom. That little argument made the whole office go silent until their boss told them to get back to work and yelled at Francis as the Frenchman started to get off of the ground. Francis was about as shocked as everyone else, but tried not to show it. "Idiot, I hate him. I'm not weird right? He just doesn't understand." Arthur mumbled to himself as he crouched on one of the toilets. Alfred frowned at the sight of Arthur. "It's okay Arthur-" Alfred started to say. "Shut up, it's your fault that this all happened anyways. I told you not to talk to me right? And you did anyways. Why don't you just go away. I don't need you here anyways." "B-but-" "Go!"
More Author Notes: I know that Arthur seems too emotional about the whole 'being called weird thing' but I think that Arthur is really sensitive about that kind of stuff because of his ability to see spirits. No one else can see the spirits so if Arthur talks to them it looks like he is talking to himself and everyone thinks that Arthur is a loon when he really isn't. I'll go into more detail in another chapter or something, but if I don't then I'll make a bonus chapter at the end...